Never Late, Never Away

Chapter 3319

Chapter 3319 In The Garden

Since they were going to part ways after they disembark anyway, there was no probable way he would be able to place her under any sort of surveillance.

The director’s explanation made everything crystal clear, and contrarily, left Megan’s heart all topsy- turvy inside. She played with her fingernails and bit her lip. Jake’s true sentiments were increasingly unfathomable to her.

“Hey, look up, Megan. Go on and interact with Jonas.”

Martin hand-held the camera and hovered it in front of them. Megan lifted her gaze and eked out a smile. When she turned to Jonas, she found that his level of enthusiasm was, likewise, lukewarm at best.

Megan was not optimistic about the prospects of the upcoming filming. With the two of them being in the mental state that they were in, she feared that things would only get worse. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Don’t be so cold, Jonas. Try to smile a little, at least.”

The man behind the camera was a little unnerved. The few minutes of footage he had so far produced not even a single moment of tenderness. That was a serious cause for concern.

“A little help here, Jonas.”

Megan was mildly irked and somewhat flustered as this should not be her job. The way things went sideways made her a little mad.

Jonas looked askance at Megan. His calm eyes glistened as he silently tilted his head and fobbed her off with a patronizing nod.

“Wow, Jonas. That was one heck of an awkward smile.” Martin was quite flabbergasted at the sight of the two stiffs in his viewfinder. He decided that he had enough and put away his camera, keeping his fingers crossed for some usable footage by the end of this ordeal.

It was nighttime in Horington by the time they got off the plane. The production crew went around to shooting the couple at dinner.

To foster the mood, the production crew had rented a villa ahead of time for them to use. Once they arrived, Megan was requested to prepare a meal on her own.

“I have to make dinner for Jonas?” Megan’s eyes widened as she spoke.

It was a tough task for her be it in the past or present, she could not cook to save her life.

Her expression told the director all there was to know. He waved his hand. “It doesn’t need to be that great. Just follow your heart. No pressure.”

Megan seemed to have come to some understanding after hearing Martin out. She pursed her lips and nodded nonchalantly. “Alright. I’ll do as you ask, but no promise.”

She went into the kitchen and swiftly fashioned up a few dishes. Soon, Megan had them tabled before Jonas, who was spacing out in the garden.

“It’s ready. Go ahead and help yourself.”

Megan turned on the light in the terrace and all the lamps along the path in the garden simultaneously illuminated as well. With the warmth of the lightning accentuating the contours of the blossom petals, the entire place was transformed into a kaleidoscopic dreamscape.

Jonas swirled the wine in his glass and casually glanced sideways. The burnt dishes on the table hardly looked appetizing.

“I’m not hungry. Let’s drink a little first.”

He tactfully conveyed his reluctance to eat and passed the wine in his hand to Megan. The pale-yellow light scattered across his forehead was cast back by his pupils.

“I’ve aerated this for you. Try it.”

As Megan lowered her gaze toward the claret liquid inside the glass, the piquancy of the grapes licked at her nostrils. The chilliness of the vessel upon her fingertips was numbing to the touch.

“Oh, okay.”

Megan received the cold glass of wine and, gave it a light swivel too. All the fragments of her emotions were stirred gently into those waves of reflections inside as they rose and fell between her fingers.

In her esteem, the wall which had seemingly been erected between Jonas and herself might not necessarily be a bad thing for her.

As for the matter of vindication, she could only do what was within her and to the best of her ability.

“A lot has happened today. I’m really sorry that I got carried away.”

Jonas remained sedate as he watched Megan’s face bask aglow under the lighting. The frostiness in his eyes had quietly begun to thaw.